His Majesty & Daughters Of The Seven Sins

Chapter 19 • Enslaved -2

"I hope I did not wake you up from slumber, Queen Petra. Sorry I had to come at such an hour of the night", Lyzebel picked up a bottle of wine from the table

"No, not at all, I could not sleep", Petra smiled weakly.

"Aww, I understand. I have to say, Queen Petra, you are truly a lady of patience", Lyzebel praised, pouring out a glass of wine by the bar table of the palace guest room.

Queen Petra flashed her a nervous smile. Lyzebel picked up the glasses from the table, padding up to her and offered her one.

Lyzebel took a seat on the cushion opposite the Petre, crossing her leg.

"Although, I feel that your patience is being greatly tested. You loved Amber like your own, even though she was your step daughter. Not many women can do that", Lyzebel smiled innocently at Petra, who left her stare down at the wine glass.

Lyzebel took a sip, widening her lips into a devilish grin. "Where is the king now?"

"He– He is fast asleep".

"He can even find sleep after such an event. Woah", Lyzebel shook her head.

Petra sighed, rubbing her finger around her glass.

Lyzebel gazed at the woman, seeing that her words were doing nothing but adding salt in her old wounds. Perfect

She then added, "Queen Petra, are you aware that there is a feast going on at the Slitherwit empire?"

Petra quirked her brows, looking up.

Lyzebel put on a sad face. "Unfortunately, yes. The council through a small celebration among themselves. And you can imagine what those bloodsuckers are happy for. I can imagine the sort of insults and mockery they are rained on your kingdom".

Petra's expression fell deeper in pain.

Lyzebel sighed, "You see, Queen Petra, ruling a kingdom is not a job for the soft hearted. Bold decisions are to be taken by bold hearts. Peace and quietness are not always the answer".

"That is exactly what I told him!" Petra busted out, "I warned him that his decision was wrong and we need to take a step! He didn't listen! No one listened! I tried to explain things but–" Petra covered her mouth, having drops of tears escape her eyes.

She took in deep breaths to control her emotions. Lyzebel grimaced, stretching her hand out to hold the queen's shaking hands.

It was working.

Lyzebel rubbed the back of Petra's hand, "It is okay to cry, my queen. You have the right to. I understand your pain and you have every right to be pained".

A sob escaped the Petra's lips, wiping away her tears.

Lyzebel straightened her back against her seat, "Queen Petra, some battles are meant to be fought and some rash actions are to be taken". Petra slowly gazed up at Lyzebel's golden hazel eyes.

Lyzebel continued, "And sometimes, those actions have to be taken by force. Force we never imagined using until necessary".

"What do you mean?" Petra asked, slightly confused.

Lyzebel narrowed her eyes, "Your husband may be the king, but sometimes the king makes bad decisions. And as his wife, the queen, you have to correct those decisions. Properly", Lyzebel's eyes glanced at the ruby around Petra's neck.

The stone glowed for a second.

Lyzebel smirked, getting up from her seat and padding to the table to add more wine in her cup.

Petra blinked her eyes, looking down as she fathomed over Lyzebel's words. Lyzebel glanced at Petra from the corner of her eyes, sighting the confusion and contemplation on her face. She grinned.

"Wh– What do you suggest, queen Lyzebel?" Petra stuttered.

Lyzebel took in a deep breath, "Well, I strongly suggest you show to those bloodsucking bastards that your kind, humans, are not weak scared beings that will continue to lick their feet even when they wrong us".

Petra nodded meekly.

"I suggest that you prove to them our full strength. Sunndrom is the only kingdom of the five lands that is only human. Any actions taken by the your kingdom, will automatically represent the entire human race. At this moment, you all are fragile coward creatures that fear everything about them and have no stand on our ground. Do you know how that makes you look?" She glanced over her shoulder, "Like fools, queen Petra. Like fools".

Petra frowned.

Lyzebel wried her body, taking a sip. "If you ask me, I think it is time to take matters into your own hands".

Petra scrunched her brows. "My hands? But how? I am his wife, the queen, I can not make political decisions without his consent".

"Unless he is unable to", Lyzebel stepped forward.

"You can not make any decisions as long as he is up and strong on his feet as the king. But you can–" Lyzebel thrusted her hand into her royal coat, pulling something out and clutching it in her fist, "–If he is no longer on his feet".

She stretched her hand forward, opening her palm to reveal a small potion bottle within. Petra's eyes widened.

"Only if", Lyzebel grinned.

Petra flicked her eyes between potion bottle and Lyzebel's face. She stammered, "Bu– But– But I ca– can never–"

"Oh no, queen Petra", Lyzebel bent her back, placing her face in front of Petra.

"This is not to take his life, heavens no! He is still the king and man of your heart, we can not possibly plot to kill him". Petra blinked her eyes in confusion.

Lyzebel then took Petra's hand, opening her palm. "This. This is just to pull him down, medically. Just low enough to give you the privilege of taking the kingdom into your own hands".

She placed the small bottle on Petra's palm, gently closing it. "Into your own hands, so you can avenge your daughter's death and save mankind's name from being tagged and rubbished into the mud by these hell born immortals that roam the lands".

She clutched unto Petra's hand, "It's time for someone to do the most feared and defend humanity. Someone like you, queen Petra".

Petra looked up into Lyzebel's eyes, with a bewildered expression. Lyzebel then caught a glimpse of the ruby on Petra's neck glow.

Perfect.

~

Athalia and Owen hugged unto themselves tightly, seated on the back of Prince Lucien's horse, having their body bounce slightly with every step the horse took.

The sky was pitch dark and their surrounding dead in silence; only the cry of the owl was heard from miles away. The horse continued on a straight path without any light for its vision.

Athalia glanced around in the darkness, then back in front. Her eyes had started to adjust to the darkness, letting her see the prince's figure seated in front as they rode.

Even though they were seated behind him, they made sure to maintain good enough distance between themselves, so not to have their dirty bodies accidentally touch an elite's clothe. Athalia gulped.

"Pri– Prince Lu–"

"Your majesty will do", Lucien ordered without looking back at them. "No mortal dear calls my name uninstructed".

Athalia cleared her throat, Yo– Your majesty? May I ask a question?"

"Hm".

"Where are you taking us to in this darkness? And how can you even see–"

"You will know when we get there. Now silence".

Athalia furrowed her brows, hugging Owen tighter. Owen then moved his lips close to her ear to whisper, "He is not nice".

"Shhh!" Athalia immediately placed a finger on his mouth.

Owen frowned, whispering again, "Maybe he is going to eat us. He is a dragon after all".

"Shush, Owen!" She pinched his arm.

"Yes I am, but I do not like to feed off the flesh of brown haired boys... They taste revolting", Lucien said nonchalantly.

Owen frowned, clinching his teeth, "I do not taste revolting–" Athalia placed her hand tightly over his mouth.

He shook his head away, whispering angrily at her, "But, Athalia, I am not! I am sweet!"

"Shhh!" She pushed his head unto her shoulder, looking back up at the prince in fear that may be offended.

A dark chuckle erupted to Lucien, having him pull the bridle on the horse—it jogged faster.